I have nothing--I must give you up.

I can't ask you to wait--and--" He could not go on.

He longed for the throbbing, human touch that beauty of hers could make so thrilling.

But she slowly drew away her hands.

Her expression made him say: "What is it, Janet?
What have I said that hurt you ?" "Did you come," she asked, in a strange, distant voice, "because you thought your not having money would make a difference with me ?" "No," he protested, in wild alarm.